Walking around the streets of Oslo, Norway, a fallen cross barrette caught your eye. Picking it up, you examined it in your hand before it was snatched from your hand. Looking up, you saw a blond male pinning his hair to the side with the barrette, muttering "Stupid Dane.." under his breath before disappearing back into the crowd leaving you to ponder what just happened.

~ו×~

•ηαʍε•
"Norway... Human name? Do I know you?" [Lukas Bondevik]

•αɡε•
"1,145. Why?" [Looks around 20]

•ɓίɾtհδαψ•
"May 17th."

•հείɡհt•
"5'8."

•ɡεηδεɾ•
"If you can't tell, your idiocy surpasses the Dane's."

•ςεXմαʆίtψ•
"Again, do I know you? Why must you ask me personal questions?" [Bisexual]

~ו×~
υ1: "It's wrong"
υ2: "To ask personal"
υ3: "Questions like this"

~ו×~
ƒaмιly:
Lillebror: @Aph-Iceland
The Dane:
Sverige:
Fin:

ƒrιendѕ:
[Asked to be added.]
Scotland: @Aph_Scotland_
Israel: @Aph_Israel_

~ו×~

"Say it, Iceland. Two words. Big brother."

~ו×~
ɑժʍíղ'Տ ϲօɾղҽɾ

Hallo, hallo~! Maybe you've met me before on my other account @Aph_Scotland_ or on my collaborative account with mein schwester, @Spanish_Prussian
Or maybe you haven't?
...
Oh well. At least there's Nor--

"You're almost as bad as the Dane."

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A Journal of Majik by Aph_Norge_
A Journal of Majik Fanfiction
By chance as the Norwegian country was out pestering his brother, you found his Journal laying on the​ table. You quickly opened it and began reading, as he'd forgotten to cast a spell to lock it.
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